Mathematics Poem by Silent Noise

Papa,
Do not be mad at me
Do not be hungry because of me
It's this science of numbers

Papa,
I always worked out the questions
Pressing some electronic object
Scratching my head
But I hardly got the answers

Papa, let me ask…
Where did Math come from?
Who invented it?
I pray earnestly
I never happen to meet its inventors
I will slain them to death

Papa,
Mathematics
Is like diamond
Everybody knows its importance
But it breaks axes and mallets
That attempt to obtain it

Papa,
It's few who get its particles
But they also get tired
Those who insist in obtaining it
Go mad or misunderstand it

Papa,
Many say it's a game of numbers
But I see no game in performing it
Others say it's groundnuts to chew
But I rather see it as stones which I'll never place in my mouth

Papa,
I am trying hard
To have some of its particles
But it's like swimming on dry rocks

Papa,
Accept my grade
For I always prayed
That one day
It will soften its particles.